You are on a late night walk through the park by your house and as you slowly saunter forward, I walk past you. A trail of smoke behind me, I notice you and turn around to take a deeper look. I look you up and down, while holding my cigarette up to my lips. Blowing clouds against the moon. I figure that you aren't really much to look at, even when I take my glasses off; so I turn around and walk away. You have made your way through the park and are coming to the deepest part of the exit. The tunnel. You hear my high heels clicking against the cold concrete so you stop and soon enough, you s...

You are on a late night walk through the park by your house and as you slowly saunter forward, I walk past you. A trail of smoke behind me, I notice you and turn around to take a deeper look. I look you up and down, while holding my cigarette up to my lips. Blowing clouds against the moon. I figure that you aren't really much to look at, even when I take my glasses off; so I turn around and walk away. You have made your way through the park and are coming to the deepest part of the exit. The tunnel. You hear my high heels clicking against the cold concrete so you stop and soon enough, you see me come around the corner. Again, I look you up and down and even behind you for a way past you. I stare at you before coming closer to blow some choice clouds of smoke your direction. I make my move and walk right by you as you are in awe. As I brush past you, I send a few ashes flying into your face. You quickly turn around and watch me walk away, flicking my cigartte butt to the side and takeing one last look at you before vanishing into the darkness. Was it you stalking me? Or was I the one stalking you?